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Chapter 1 - Going and Gone

"I am so... leaving. Let's pack up. You and me are taking a little trip... for forever."

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third picked up his small satchel and his brown journal with one hand, and held a nice Icelandic cod in the other. "Toothless!"

Toothless the Night Fury, who was busy chasing butterflies, leapt over to his best friend, and took the fish from Hiccup's hand using his mouth. While he ate, Hiccup grinned and whispered in a small voice. "Eat up, Toothless. We're havin' a long trip ahead of us. You better eat... and be quiet!" He added, putting his finger to his lips as Toothless made small purrs of delight. "It's going to be a long journey ahead of us, pal. You better eat up. I don't want any one to notice that we're gone before it's too late. If they find out, you and I are dead dinner meat."

Then Toothless spat out one half of the fish. Resisting the urge to gag, Hiccup said, "Ew! Sorry, I've eaten."

Toothless looked at Hiccup as if to say, Well, more for me then, then slurped the fish back up again. Sighing Hiccup checked his satchel. Journal - check. Papers for Toothless's prosthetic tail fin and plans for a future saddle - check. Flask of water - check. Charcoal pencil - check. Jar of dragon nip - check. That was pretty much it. He felt a nudge on his waist. Toothless seemed of asking him, Are you okay?

Hiccup smiled. "Don't worry, bud, I'm perfectly fine. In five minutes, we'll be leaving. We'll be going, then gone. Then we'll go to who knows where." Smirking at Toothless, he continued, "Toothless, we'll be having adventures! We'll go to places where no-one has trod their feet on ever before! There'll be no Vikings to ruin the fun."

He frowned at the thought of Stoick, his father thinking that if he went to the Monstrous Nightmare tomorrow, he would be an official Viking. But that would be killing a dragon - betraying Toothless and his kind. If he stayed, he doubted that no-one would find out about Toothless. Watching the sunset, Hiccup thought more about the village, about the fellow teenagers, excited about dragon-killing. They always called him runty and weedy. 'Hiccup the Useless' was his nickname around the village. Most of the times, he was treated as dirt, or droppings on the ground. At times, when he was little, Hiccup hid from his father so he had time to cry. Gobber, the blacksmith, was the only one who Hiccup considered as true family. That was one thing Hiccup would feel a tad depressed and regretful from leaving Berk.

Then his cousin Snotlout. He was the one who teased and bullied Hiccup the most. Go to Snotlout's house, Hiccup, Stoick had once said. He is a proper Viking. You'll definitely learn useful things from him. One day, he had eavesdropped on a conversation between Stoick and Gobber. Stoick had said he was disappointed at his son. Hiccup made his relationship with his father even further from that day. He was only proud because he beat Snotlout. Everyone was now friendly to him, because he was also better than Astrid Hofferson.

Astrid was one of the best Viking youth in the village. She was determined to be the one who was to kill the Monstrous Nightmare, until Hiccup used his dragon-training methods to beat her. Well, I don't care, thought Hiccup bitterly. She can do it, for all I care. Besides, Astrid was getting more and more suspicious of him by the day. It was another reason why he was leaving.

He had no intention to stay on Berk. He was going to run away.

He is a proper Viking. Snotlout was a proper Viking, and so was Astrid, but not Hiccup. Don't worry, Hiccup thought. I'm not going to be a proper Viking. I'm gonna be something else - a dragon trainer and a dragon rider! I'm going somewhere where I'm treated fairly like the rest. I'll meet people who will actually accept me and Toothless. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm sure I'll be flying far, far, away. Far away from Berk and all the Vikings. I'm done.

His thoughts were interrupted by a lick on the face. In three seconds, Hiccup's face was completely drenched in Night Fury saliva. "Yuck, Toothless! That's disgusting, for Valhalla's sake!" He wiped the dragon spit on his sleeve, then turned to Toothless. He hopped on Toothless's saddle, adjusted the pedal that began to activate the prosthetic tail fin and they began to fly. It was a wonderful sensation - up in the air, while the Vikings were down on the ground. They flew higher. And higher. And even higher! And further away. Hiccup gestured for Toothless to fly faster, and so they did - faster than lightning and faster than the speed of sound. When Berk was finally out of earshot, Hiccup yelled triumphantly, punching the air, "YEAH!" and Toothless let out a plasma blast for celebration, which Hiccup told his friend to dodge.

I don't know where I'm going, thought Hiccup, smiling. I'm going away. I don't want to go back to Berk, ever again. Where will I go? A kingdom? The wild?

"Toothless," said Hiccup, patting his head, "let's go."

Stoick was super excited. Today, his boy, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, AKA 'Worst Viking Ever' was about to become the best Viking yet. Before Stoick had left to look for the Dragons' Nest - a mission that had failed - Hiccup was the one who kept on protesting he didn't want to kill Vikings. He was so happy Hiccup had a change of heart. Happily whistling a Viking tune, he went up to Hiccup's room to wake him. But there was no-one in there.

In fact, his bed was empty. It looked like no-one had slept in it the night before. Stoick frowned slightly, calling, "Hiccup!" No-one answered.

Maybe he slept somewhere else, thought Stoick hopefully. Or maybe he was too excited to sleep! I was too excited, maybe Hiccup's practising...

He went off to find Gobber.

"I've got my axe, and I've got my mace, and I love my wife with the ugly face, I'm a Viking through and THROUGH -"

"Gobber!"

Stoick abruptly interrupted Gobber's singing. He kept on sharpening swords and beating his axe with his blacksmith's hammer. He walked around and noticed Hiccup's blacksmith apron. Huh. He wasn't here. As to Gobber, it took a minute for him to realise his best friend was there. He grinned, "Hello! How's little 'Iccup goin'?"

"I was going to ask you where he was, Gobber!" said Stoick in exasperation. Then he frowned. "Gobber, have you seen him today?"

"Uh... no, actually, no. Haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon. Clean finish with that beast yesterday! And that's not all. He - wait, you haven't seen him?"

"His bed was empty, Gobber!"

"We can look for him," he suggested.

"I was going to say that!" said Stoick.

Stoick knew that Gobber

"No sign of the boy, Stoick," Gobber sighed. "We have to head back."

"He has to be out there!" panted Stoick. They had been searching the whole island for hours, and there was no trace of Hiccup. They were at the Cove.

"We'll search later," said Gobber. "I'm hungry."

Sighing, Stoick obeyed. A tear streaked down his face. He didn't care that he was breaking a Viking rule - Don't cry. He trudged back to the village, with a heavy heart. He looked up at the sky and whispered, "Hiccup, where are you?"

Okay - that was Chapter 1 folks! Next chapter'll be longer, and that'll be where the real story begins! Please review, and favourite/follow if you liked! Thanks!

~ The Wizard Rider.